For Mother’s Day, Hollie gave me a picture card she’d drawn in school. It said:
You like to read and write with me, write and read, write and read, write and read. You work every day, work, work, work, work. You watch movies and shows with me, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch. You eat lunch with me on Saturday, eat, eat, eat. I love u!
Beneath it was a picture of two equally-sized people wearing orange, holding books, and standing near a restaurant booth. On the table was a hot dog (hers) and a glass of wine (mine).
My first thought was, “Way to hit that word count, girl!”
My second was, “Hollie really knows me.”
I’ve not been hiding myself from her. She knows I love to read and write. She knows I love to watch movies and Animaniacs. She knows Saturdays are our date days and that during lunch she can have sweet tea and I’ll be drinking wine.
I am who I am.
Being myself with Hollie is how I’m showing her that it’s okay for her to be herself, too.